Talk:Wreck of the Clawkeel/@comment-3135907-20110809164918/@comment-3135907-20110809165518

Arrig sits up cursing and grumbling. He takes his anger out on Jiddee and Jahovy. "Yew liddle scruffy no-good raggedy croakin' seagulls! Why don't yew lookit that!" He points across the three hundred or so foot expanse of water between Clawkeel and the Island. "Savages!" He turns the weasels' heads so they can see the natives prancing about on the shore, waiting to attack them. "They prob'ly got cannoos, an' spears, lots of 'em. There must be a hunnerd of the grimy barnacles on that beach!"